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The guys—and a few women dressed in tight slacks and tighter sweaters—were just having a little fun. At first. No one quite recalls when things got out of hand. Prodded by boozy dares, bikers raced one another down the main drag. Others spun rubber doughnuts on the pavement, or popped up their front tires and balanced on their back wheels. Water balloons and beer bottles rained down from second-story windows, and just for laughs, a couple of men motored straight into local saloons to the cheers of pleased patrons.

At the end of the day, a San Francisco Chronicle account reported breathlessly, Fred A. Earin, chief of the town’s seven-man police department, surveyed the damage and had this to say: "It’s just one hell of a mess."

That July 4th holiday in 1947 put the farming community of Hollister, California, 40 miles southeast of San Jose, on the map. Newspapers claimed that as many as 60 were injured, that police needed tear gas to tame the enthusiasts and that a night court had to be convened to process all the arrests. Though in truth, property damage was minimal and no one was badly hurt. "There were a few crazy guys running around, some got to drinking too much," recalls Jess Bravo, 82, then and now a member of the local Top Hatters Motorcycle Club. "There might have been some fistfights, but really, it was nothing serious."

Still, the 1947 media coverage, especially a staged Life photograph of a slovenly motorcyclist with beer bottles gathered at his feet, caused a sensation and branded bikers as lawless rebels. Then Hollywood piled on, re-creating its version of Hollister in the 1954 classic The Wild One, and following up with dozens of B-grade biker flicks.

"Had Hollister not happened, had Life magazine not written their article, had Hollywood not glorified it, I don’t know if we would be here today," says Tom Bolfert, head of archives for the Harley-Davidson Motor Company. With or without a cause, the rebel has always been a quintessentially American archetype; all that publicity helped firm up the link between a Wild West ethic and the freedom represented by the motorcycle.

The Harley, as it turns out, has evolved into an American touchstone—which is why the Smithsonian National Museum of American History happens to own Harley-Davidsons of various vintages, four in all (including the 1942 model shown on the previous page). Curator Paul Johnston, who himself commutes to work on a motorcycle, says the Harley-Davidson firm has proved adept at "tapping into nostalgia—it’s the bad-boy image."

"We’re the oldest, we’ve survived wars and we’ve survived depressions," says Willie G. Davidson, grandson of one of the founders and the top design executive at Milwaukee-based Harley-Davidson. Indeed, the finishing touches to the first Harley-Davidson motorcycle were applied precisely 100 years ago, a fact Harley began commemorating last year with an elaborate multimedia touring show. The firm’s centennial celebrations will culminate August 28 in Milwaukee with a three-day festival of arts, music, food and, one can only assume, libations. Thousands are then expected to gather August 31 at the city’s VeteransPark for one last blowout.

That may conjure up fearful visions of a Hollister repeat. Not likely. The landscape of motorcycling has evolved considerably since Brando roared into town (mounted, by the way, on a British-made Triumph). The typical Harley buyer last year was a man in his 40s; half of the purchasers claimed an annual income of more than $75,000. And while men still dominate the sport, women are saddling up like never before: "In the past you saw the tattooed biker chick almost exclusively on the backseat," says Ann Ferrar, author of Hear Me Roar, a 1996 book about women’s role in motorcycling. "Now you’re seeing women at the controls of their own motorcycles." Last year, Ruth Fredericks, 34, bought a 2003 Harley in San Francisco. "I’d just been through a divorce," says the American Airlines pilot, "so I traded in the husband for the Harley—it’s more reliable and more fun."

But for all its success, Harley-Davidson’s ride through history has hardly been without a few speed bumps, starting with its modest beginnings. Arthur Davidson and William Harley, amateur inventors who worked at a local sheet metal factory, first strapped a motor onto a bicycle frame in Davidson’s basement in 1902 and finished a prototype the following year.